life is all about love
you will be forgotten. your works- no matter how beautiful in magnitude, will be forgotten.
your face no matter how pleasing to look at will be forgotten.
your words- no matter how powerful they may be, will be forgotten.
it took me a while to not be scared of having the traces of me removed from this world. but i refuse to define my life by how much it will be remembered. i would rather be defined by how much love i gave.